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April 18, 2025
Hello, once again, mt loyal subjects. Laufey, or Eminem? Oh, the dualities of man are cruel and unforgiving. Judo is going alarmingly well. I did several four-minute fights yesterday because apparently I hate myself. A German black belt told me (and I quote), "Vow, you are strong, yah?" and then proceeded to offer to buy me a beer. My ego is now unmanageably ginormous. I am now operating exclusively from a place of hubris and delusion. I think it suits me. I'll be accepting no notes at this time.
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April 11th, 2024
It may take everything, but it will change everything. Your time, your energy, your tears. But in return, it will give you a life you never thought possible. You see, the more it takes, the more it gives. The butterfly does not keep its Caterpillar skin. The phoenix does not partially burn. To become something new, you must first cease to be what you are. The self whom you know, the one you built, protected and clung to, must dissolve and surrender. To transform is to sacrifice the familiar for the unknown. To let go of the comforts of certainty, the illusions of permanence. The one who emerges from the ashes is not the same as the one who burned. When the moment comes( and it will), when life demands everything of you, do not resist. Do not cling to what was. It may take everything, but it will change everything. And in that change, you will find not just a new life, but the one you were destined for.
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March 22, 2025
Techniques are a vessel. Choose techniques that regulate your nervous system. Assume it is easy, and it is. Persist. We get to the moon. We dont settle. Persist in it. It does not fail. You get what you persist in. That is it. It is not a process. It is instant. I decide I have it. And I have it. I control the 3D. I asked for a lesson. For a reason. It is here. It came. I can have anything.
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March 16, 2025
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March 6th, 2025
I’ve heard there’s no such thing as balance in life—only seasons. I find that rather liberating. The idea of balance always felt like a burden, something for people who buy spinach and then actually eat it. Self-sacrifice is necessary. I don’t see how I could feasibly achieve my goals with a leisurely approach. There will be time for rest, just not now. Later. In a Porsche. A cream Porsche.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying the cold, dark walks home. There’s something reassuring about their inevitability. Snow, rain, hail—it doesn’t matter. I walk. Always. Even when my headphones die, leaving me alone with the sound of my own breathing like some sort of Victorian orphan. The puddles stretch across the canal like they’re trying to make a point, but I remain unmoved. I could take the bus, but I don’t. I refuse. It’s a matter of principle. I said I would walk, and so I shall.
There’s a strange satisfaction in it. The solitude. The elements have a strop. The sharp sting of hail against my skin, as if the sky itself has taken up recreational assault. It reminds me that I am alive. Calling it voluntary suffering would be dramatic—it’s not like I’m listening to country music—but something is thrilling in the defiance. I walk past the waiting bus, smirking as the rain thickens. The water does not control me. I am unfuckwithable.
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Dec 1st, 2024 (Recovered Draft)
Note: Please read in the voice of Andrew Scott So here I lie, naked, on the cold floor. Light spills in—harsh, unsympathetic. It does not comfort. It merely observes. It's hardly my fault if, in God's divine plan, he made the devil so much stronger than man.
I lament. The light pales. I ate an entire Toblerone for breakfast. This is evidenced by the wrappers strewn around me, and the regret. - oh, the regret - which, in the wise words of The Cranberries, lingers.
Faintly, damningly, mockingly, "Call Me Maybe" plays through the concrete wall.
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Feb 15, 2024
External recognition is a byproduct of internal alignment
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Feb 11th, 2025
You have to do what is best for you even when it feels like shit. What you tolerate and allow in your life, is what you will get.
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Feb 6, 2025
Move with the pain; that's where the success is. Understand that pain is part of success.
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Feb 5th, 2025
It's time to move. Time to go. Remember what you are working for. Who do you want to be? You are defined by what you do, say, and think.
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Feb 3rd, 2025
How much longer will you avoid what you are capable of doing in order to continue with what you are comfortable doing?
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Feb 2nd 2024
My brain chemistry has been altered. "I do. I only wear one" This was what I needed—a reminder to be the woman of someone like that. I am now her.
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Jan 30th, 2025
Emily-detest-Fest. It's harsh but necessary. Could you lay it all out and strip it down? What are you doing wrong, and how can you fix it. Then move forward, better. I'd much rather have the discomfort of change than the discomfort of the same.
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Jan 28, 2025
You will be proven right. Is this what you want to be proven as right?
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